I would say I’m raring to go, but I’m still suffering from trying to get home on London Transport yesterday. That’ll teach me to travel home on a Sunday. It took me an hour and a half just to get from London Euston Station to Croydon. The journey from Manchester down was better.

Anyway, I’m back home taking a day off today, but I just wanted to say thank you to those who visited me in Manchester. This was by far, the best tour I’ve ever had, not just because it was busy, but because I met more lovely people. Sorry to “M” from Thursday, whose offer of a bit of sight-seeing I had to decline as my Saturday was so busy. I’ll make it to Old Trafford yet. Mind you, the closest I did get was walking through the throng of red-shirted supporters going in the opposite direction on my way to Piccadilly Station yesterday. It was a bit of a buzz.

And a big thank you to lovely regular client “Twiggy”, for the bag of chocolate-covered vanilla fudge from your local town. Better than Thornton’s.

And talking of “Twiggy”, look what he and I got up to. “Twiggy” (he knows why I call him that) is a face-sitting officionado, he’s been indulging his predilictions for years so he knows what he likes. Anyway, he sought permission to take some pictures of our time together on Saturday for his private collection, being a trusted customer and knowing that I didn’t want any identifiable bits in the pics, I was happy to oblige. I think they’re great. I did try to ask him what he thought, but I couldn’t understand the muffling sounds he kept making. But I do know he was one happy bunny, weren’t you “Twiggy”? And didn’t the camera do well?

I'm sorry, I didn't see your face there.

Can you breathe? No? Good.